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I scooted back and sat so I could take my skirt off.
Edward hadn't even turned off the lights. They weren't horrifically bright or anything, but I could see everything and so could he. Maybe he liked it like that. Or maybe he didn't notice or care.
Edward pulled his shirt up over his head and kicked his jeans off, making his hair even messier; I wanted to stick my fingers in it. I began to lay back, my heart pounding and my stomach almost sick with nervousness and anticipation and surprise that I was even considering doing this, but he pulled me up again and sat me on his lap.
He was bigger than me, so much bigger, and he didn't seemed to have any issues moving me around like a rag doll, arranging me how he wanted me, placing me so that all I had to do was sit up a little and put him inside. Again, I wasn't used to being on top, but I guess he liked that.
I didn't know if I liked it like that. I supposed I was about to find out.
He rolled a condom on and wrapped his hands around my hips, gripping me. I knelt and moved forward a little before sitting on his dick. He slid right in. It was almost uncomfortable, it was so deep.
"God, that's good," he grunted, undulating beneath me, inside me.
I started to move, rolling my hips and squeezing him as I did. He met me move for move, his hands guiding my hips, his breathing as heavy and rhythmic.
He thrust up, and it was so deep it felt like he was going to do damage. I'd never, ever been with someone like him. Not someone who moved like he did, screwed like he did, was as…well endowed as he was. I paused, pushing against his chest as I got off of him.
"You okay?"
"Yeah," I said, trying not to sound shy. The time for that was long gone, seriously.
He let me lay down on my back and then he entered me slowly, like we were making love. And it was different, so different. His face was close to mine so I kissed him and he kissed me back, penetrating me with his dick and his tongue, filling me over and over until he shuddered and groaned and came.
He collapsed on to me, panting. I held him close, loving the feeling of after sex snuggling, but also being wary of it. It was manufactured, an artificial sort of closeness. It left an empty little hole in my heart, just thinking about what I'd feel like once he got up.
My eyes flew open.
Edward was crushing me with his weight.
He had fallen asleep inside me.
"Hey," I whispered, pushing at him. "Hey!"
"Huh?" He lifted his head, blinking sleepily down at me.
"You need to go take that thing off before it spills," I said, squeezing him down there so he'd get the hint.
"Yeah…" He pulled out carefully and got off of me, walking slowly into the bathroom.
Shivering, I burrowed down deep below the covers. His bed was really, really comfortable.
In the morning, he woke up first. I guess that's what he did – get up super early every day.
"You want to get breakfast?" he asked, sitting fully dressed on my side of the bed.
I was always sort of surprised when he wanted to make dates, to spend more time with me.
"I would, yeah."
He nodded, dropping my panties on to the sheet with a smirk. "Ten minutes."
He left me alone to get dressed.
Oh, man. Ten minutes? I looked like crap; total walk of shame material - not that Edward lived anywhere near a college campus. I dressed quickly, fretting over my hair. I hadn't planned on staying out so I hadn't tied it back the night before. No rubber bands or ribbons to tie it back with.
It was a gorgeous day, the sky robin's egg blue, the clouds light and full of popcorn clouds. We rode with the windows down, filling the cab with mellow late morning breeze. It put me in a great mood, replacing the uncertainty with a quiet joy at just being alive on a perfect day. There were no texts on my phone but I sent one to Alice and Rose both, informing them that I'd be home a little later.
The servers at the restaurant all seemed to know Edward so we were seated almost immediately. I tried not to feel weird next to all of these pretty waitresses, many of who whom were chatting up Edward. He remained polite but aloof, and I appreciated that.
We both got omelettes; Denver for him, California for me. Suddenly I was famished. The moment our food arrived I dug in, relishing the rich and savory and salty and sweet. At one point a small bit scrambled egg dropped to my thigh. Edward reached right over and plucked it up, popping it in to his mouth before I could even react, then continued on like nothing happened.
He didn't really do small talk. In fact, we ate in near silence, only stopping to comment here and there. I sort of liked it. It gave me a chance to think, sort things in my head.
Back at my house, though, he kissed me good before leaving. We were on the sidewalk and he tugged me to a stop, holding my face between his hands.
I blushed and warmed, thinking of eggs and toast and how long this would last.